( Brighid’s eyes are sparkling and impish as she smiles at Bertie, resting her chin on top of her folded hands. ) I know I said we should go check out those new - new sculptures at the garden downtown later. But I think. I just want t’stay here and, uh. Kiss a lot. ( A short pause, and then she can’t help but laugh at herself. Some smooth romantic she is. )
‘ i’ll be honest, baby, i didn’t much feel like sharin’ you, anyway. ’ she smiles near secretively, knowing in just how corny a direction she could take this if she didn’t fear she’d mock-gag at herself and leave the room laughing.
i wouldn’t have been able to tear my eyes away from you.
‘ they’re not goin’ anywhere, ’ she says. ‘ so. ’ next comes a coy smile and a single, slow tap of her own finger to her own lips. ‘ do the right thing? ’